It’s been one of those leisurely weeks where curling up and watching youtube videos sounds like a good idea (btw, I LOLed at this video til I cried. Poor girl. Burning Hair off Curling Iron) , including those mornings you’re up for 3 hours but are still in bed half dreaming, half checking the phone and making lists in your head.
Just finished this book and cried my lashes off. It’s my new favorite piece of fiction.
I love my little animals! They come in sheets (Muji store, NYC) and you put them together yourself. Ahh, I love little finger projects.
need a picture holder? 2 stray slabs of wood = ta da!
Take-out and plenty of iced green teas
Cooked a glorious dinner! Whole grain spaghetti, chicken parm (for him), balsamic tomatoes and roasted brussel sprouts (400 degree oven, roast brussel sprouts, tomatoes, garlic olive oil, sea salt, chili flakes, rosemary sprig for 45 minutes)
See that little wooden mannequin below the painting? People were coming over and I found it hurriedly hidden in a drawer just before they came. Someone doesn’t like little mannequin person. But don’t be ashamed woodman..
Almost done redecorating the guest bathroom and one wood project — will post photos soon.
Posted in Home, Stripped
Tagged art, book, happiness, home, house, inspire, interior, life, painting, story
I had a dream last night and it went like this.. I was in a vintage/flea-market type clothing store, huge, full of racks. There were three salesgirls. There were these earrings that they suddenly could not find and thought a male customer took them. They continued to ask me if I would find out if he stole them or not and if I could find the earrings. I agreed even though inside I did not want to. The girls huddled into a fitting room, chatting and suddenly everything started to shake and people were screaming. They yelled to me to go to the front and “pull the handle.” The room was now an airplane and it was going down. Everything was falling down and I saw through the windows that the plane was nose-diving toward the ground. I saw a Los Angeles freeway getting closer and closer as I was trying to reach for the emergency handle. We were edging closer and even clipped a few cars causing them to explode — I could feel the heat from the explosion. I was fighting gravity so hard to get the handle and when I finally did, I pulled it back with all my might. The plane slowed down slightly but we were so close to the ground, we skidded and the freeway turned into one big ocean. The plane, cars, people were all floating and drowning down. Everybody was upset because it was my fault that the plane fell and I didn’t save them in time. They grabbed on to my legs and pulled me down as I was trying to fight them off. In the end, I lost and drowned with them.
My Jungian interpretation: I feel as though things are always “my fault.” I shoulder a lot of other people’s burdens because I feel if I refuse to, I am being unhelpful. The thing is, from doing that, I cause myself to drown.
What do you think?
Another artist I found while in Ojai
Storypeople by Brian Andreas (www.storypeople.com)
“When I first met him, I knew in a moment I would have to spend the next few days re-arranging my mind so there’d be room for him to stay.”
So sweet!! Leaves me fuzzy..
Posted in Stripped, Travels
Tagged art, artist, book, giving, happiness, inspire, life, love, story, travel, writing
I usually don’t talk about my “job” on my blog but I’m a makeup artist and recently worked on Lana Del Rey’s new music video (I worked on the lovely extras; her makeup artist is the sweet Pamela Cochrane). I have always loved her music and eye.. she wrote this mini short film. It’s beautiful…
“Who are you? Are you in touch with your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?”
“Who hasn’t ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
-Clarice Lispector Hour of the Star – PS: beautiful novel…
[acrylic - nikki star]
“All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.”
“A woman is a beast. She is as lovely as she is repulsive. She is one part demon and one part goddess, one part slave and one part muse, one part child and one part mother. These contradictions are what make a woman so intoxicating.” -Unknown
Still am working on first draft of novel but conceived a new idea for another book.. will be sultry and full of erotic drawings.. Lewd. That’s a fun word.
Hmm.. I’m curious to know what you think is the sexiest part of a woman. The dive at the waist, a little peek of the wet inner mouth, the way her hair curls around her ear… ?
Posted in Stripped, Travels, Writing
Tagged beauty, book, europe, inspire, london, love, story, travel, writing
The key to the house. I love keys like this! I wish all of mine were like this.
- Mallorca, Spain; 18:30
Went to the beach today and realized something… in amidst to my love affair of the beaches in South America, having been to a few beaches in Europe now, I much prefer the latter… people leave you alone more or less. In most of South America, you’re lucky if you can walk in silence for two minutes (the annoying Ssss, ssss, I do not miss).
Catching up on my reading and have finished Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go which is a definite must-read. The story gave me a strange, heavy feeling; full and empty at the same time. It’s really good. Started John Steinbeck’s To A God Unknown and am hooked already. The way he writes is so… swift. I never get bored or start drifting off the page (I experience this habitually with other books and have to force myself to stay on the page) as he just carries the story so well. I read the Introduction in the beginning and found it interesting. This book was the hardest he had labored and took him 5 years to write. I can’t imagine writing 5 days a week (which is what he did) for 5 years and receiving one rejection after another; he had to rewrite the book many times. He never considered himself one of the greats. I suppose all writers experience insecurity and fury, no matter how good they are..
The laboring is what makes one great, I guess. But then, that scares me.
“I love him.. for he did not make himself
he is as God made him
..and that is sufficient.” -Eve
I just want to write write write and draw draw draw until my fingers bleed, until my soul is no longer starved and the blood drips into the empty crevices of my imagined existence. And I think I will do so.
She is my muse… whoever she is, she is and will always be who I write for.
I have been drawing more because I haven’t been able to write lately. I am loving the freedom of creating beautiful images on paper.